He could see the front door was open. It often was during the summer, in an effort to get a breeze through the flat. He climbed the stairs, and walked through to the living room. His wife and four children were sitting there, each doing their own thing, but together as a family.
All the people he had grown up with had got better jobs, earned more money, and in some cases were living abroad. He had dreamed of all these things in the past, but as he stood in the door, he knew he was richer than them all.
Nice one Ian, I liked the Stonehenge story as well. Reggie :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Reggie. It's always good to know when someone likes it.
ReplyDeleteReally good. Richer than them all. Nice thought.
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